Visitors in my Garden
Tiny little hummingbird,
I love to see you feed
Upon my tall red-beebalm flowers;
They seem to please your need.
You can't be more than an inch-and-a-half,
hovering in the air;
To each and every bloom you go -
with ease and not a care.
Your mate is savouring the nectar,
too,
at another garden near.
Drink heartily, to your hearts' content -
I think you both so dear.
I wonder-why red is your favourite
flavour
but it's clear for me to see
That year-after-year, without doubt -
you'll come to visit me.
Joan Adams Burchell
August 7, 2004
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